My Wife Let My Mother Die—Now I'm the Billionaire King

Chapter 9 Part-2

"Is there really no one else who wishes to uncover the hidden secrets of this imperial ring? This treasure has even caught the attention of wealthy overseas collectors! Three million going once..."

An absolute silence fell over the grand room.

Derek smirked, shouting out proudly, "Just call it, host! No one else here has the guts or the money!"

Julia turned around, confident that the ring was already going to be theirs now. After all, her loser husband turned out to be exactly that– a sore loser.  

"You came all the way to a luxury auction, and haven't bid a single cent on a single thing all night! And you still try to claim you're not here looking for a minor job to fill your stomach? What a joke!"

Harry shot a cold glance back at her. Then, his eyes focused on the antique ring sitting inside the glass case. 

Something about that ancient crest felt familiar, but he couldn't figure out what.

The Yorvenn clan… he remembered the name from his mother's bedtime stories. It was the same family she had belonged to, before she eloped with his father. 

Maybe… maybe, the secret of this royal treasure had something to do with his own bloodline as well. And besides, a few million dollars meant absolutely nothing to him anyway.

The host raised her wooden gavel, about to announce the final winner. 

"Three million going thrice... Then let us congrat—"

“Six million!”

Harry casually raised his bidding paddle, his voice cutting through the room like a thunderclap. The host’s spirits rose, the price had doubled outright!

Julia stood up in her seat. "Are you insane, Harry?! If you can't digest my bitter yet true words, then at least remember your reality! You belong to the bottom class, someone who can't even be assured about his next meal. You're going to get arrested for fraud!"

Derek also glared at him, slamming his hand down. "You idiot, do you even know what 6 million looks like?!"

Harry simply shrugged. 

"If you don't have the funds to keep up, shut your mouths and sit down."

Derek’s face twisted with rage. "You think you can scare me?!" He raised his paddle aggressively. "6.5 million!" 

He only had 10 million in total, so he could only increment gradually. 

But it didn't matter, because he believed in his heart that a delivery boy like Harry couldn't possibly have real money. He was just bluffing, and all Derek had to do was out-do him at this game. 

"Let's see if your bank account can handle the heat, loser!" 

Without blinking, Harry raised his paddle. "10 million dollars."

He was not going to play games, Derek's strategy was way too slow and boring. The hall was suspended in pin drop silence. 

Derek’s hands began to shake violently. He demanded loudly, "Where the hell did a beggar like you get that kind of money?”

Julia joined in, “Did you sell your soul off, along with your brains? Even then, I don't think you'll get 5 peanuts for both of them.”

The host, ignoring the taunts, adjusted her microphone. “10 million dollars is bid! Are there any higher bids in the room?"

Derek’s heart panicked, and quickly turned to Julia. "Jules, lend me some money right now! I need to show this parasite his real place…”

Julia, desperate to humiliate Harry, quickly transferred one million dollars from her company's reserve account to Derek.

With the extra funds in his account, Derek raised his paddle with a sweating palm. "10.1 million dollars!" 

He only had that one million left to bid with, and he could only increase the price by the bare minimum of $100 thousand.

While Derek nervously squeezed out the bid using Julia's loan, Harry didn't even blink before raising his paddle high once more.

"Twelve million dollars."

The moment the words left his mouth, people started turning around in their seats, trying to get a look at him. They were whispering loudly, their eyes wide with disbelief. $12 million was absolutely no small sum, even for the wealthy elites of the city. 

That kind of money could buy multiple luxury skyscrapers!

Julia stood up, pointing her finger at him. 

"Twelve million?! Harry, come back to your senses before your sugar mommy kicks you out for wasting her money! Or worse, before you get dragged out for fraud—”

Derek also slammed his fist on his armrest, shouting, "You're just throwing out random numbers to mess with us, aren't you?”

“I have the money. But anyway, you two don't need to worry your little heads about my business. Just keep bidding if you have the guts."